Vox

vox was sure you were perfect. he’s never met anyone that could keep up with him like you could. he could fuck you stupid and you’d still babble for more.

he loved watching the way you whined under him, loved how you’d rub your wrists sore trying to tug on the silk ropes, loved how you’d arch oh so beautifully under him while he fucked into you. he’d run a hand down your back, feeling the smooth expanse of your skin, fingers rubbing over the ridges of your spine while he kept you bent over on the bed.

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”fuck- look at you,” he groaned, hand coming down hard on your ass as he fucked into you, his other hand holding your arms behind your back, squeezing your wrists. “such a slut for any fat cock, aren’t you?”

he’d let out a laugh at your stuttered responses, using his grip on your wrists to tug you back harder against him, leaning down to lick and kiss at your neck.

no matter how aggressive or rough he was with you, you still found a way to ask for more and he’d be a fat liar if he said it didn’t make his heart sing and his cock ache.

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the two of you had done a particularly rough scene tonight- leaving your ass sore and bruised. vox would always admit how much he enjoyed looking at you after, hands running carefully over your head and face, petting at your skin to bring your mind back from its haze.

you weren’t quite ready to leave the bed yet and vox sat himself up against the headrest, letting you curl up into his stomach. his fingers scratched at your head, screen dimmed and focused on you intently. his free hand was petting over your arm, rubbing soothing circles on your skin.

glancing away for a quick second, he grabbed the cup of water he had left by the nightstand, tapping the side of your face. “c’mon, water.” he says, helping you sit up. it took a few seconds longer, your mind still foggy. once you sat up, vox placed the cup to your lips, using his other hand to tip your head back and hold you up. he watched you drink, watching your throat bob slowly with each swallow.

“there you go,” he praises, pressing a kiss to your cheek after placing the water back down. vox watched with rapt attention as you swallowed the last bit of water and he ran a hand down your side, letting you lean into him.

“y’wanna take a bath?” he asks, looking down at you, giving you a grin when you met his gaze. “get you all clean,” vox murmurs, wiping drying tears off of your cheeks.